Alexis was placed in the center of the bed.

Before she could rise, Leonel was upon her. His weight pinned her down, and as Alexis raised her hand to slap him, he caught her wrists and held them above her head. He inhaled her scent deeply and whispered into her ear, “Let's make a baby here."

Hearing that, Alexis was stunned.

Leonel wanted to have a baby with her?

She fought back fiercely, calling out his name and hurling insults at him. However, Leonel seemed unfazed. He nestled his face into her neck and whispered, "Alexis, I want to start over with you. If we could have another child, Evelyn and Daniel would be so happy... Don't be afraid. I'm ready for this. You won't be hurt."

Realizing he was serious, Alexis burst into tears. “Leonel, you bastard!" she cried out.

Leonel knew he was in the wrong.

But he felt he had no other option and asking for Alexis' forgiveness seemed futile.

So, with one hand working to unbutton her clothes, Leonel began to kiss her. Perhaps not yet fully compelled by his desires, he pleaded in a strained voice, “Don't refuse me, Alexis!"

Alexis turned her face away, dodging his kisses and his touch.

She felt nothing but revulsion.

Visions of Leonel embracing and kissing another woman, Anika, in that apartment flashed through her mind. In a low voice, she suddenly asked, "Did you do the same thing when you were with Anika?"

At her words, Leonel's body went rigid.

The air turned icy, chilling the room.

Only their breaths filled the vast space but both Alexis and Leonel lacked enthusiasm. The atmosphere felt gloomy.

When did sex become a test of ownership for him, rather than an expression of desire?

He was just desperate to prove they still had something, anything left.

Alexis' words cut through Leonel like an icy waterfall.

His energy drained away, but he refused to accept it.

He kissed her hungrily, hoping to reignite their lost passion.